Dalilah {H.s.}

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It was a normal Friday. Me and my best friend Joanna were sitting at out regular lunch table.

"Dalilah, what are you wearing to the football game on Saturday?" Joanna asked me.

"Uh.." I bit my lip. I literally had no idea. It really depends who will be there, what color the jerseys are and-

My thoughts were interrupted by a gust of wind hitting me from the doors of the school opening.

The whole cafeteria went silent.

I could barely see who walked in but, I could see clearly how tall he was. It was like a black shadowy figure with... curly hair? I can't f.ucking see.

I flipped my blonde hair behind my back and stood up. I was going to pretend I was getting a fork but, in reality I was just trying to check who the f.uck came through the door that has everyone gaping.

I stood up from the table and began to walk to the front of the cafeteria.

I adjusted my yellow and black plaid skirt and continued walking towards this mysterious figure. It wasn't the brightest in the cafeteria which made me even more frustrated.

It wasn't until I saw him. A beautiful boy being walked into the cafeteria by the principal. He had long curly, chocolate curls. A jawline practically slicing the skin that lay onto of it. Tattoos scattered up his arms and hand. And those eyes. Those jade eyes could mesmerize the entire school. He was a god.

He was wearing a bandanna- design shirt and black skinny jeans. A few buttons popped open exposing his ink stained skin.

He caught me starring and I quickly looked away and heading towards my seat again.

"Holy mother of god." I whispered.

"Who was it?" Joanna asks.

"I have no idea. But, he was so, so pretty" I say.

"His eyes, Joanna, were the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen. He's so fit, and tall. He has tattoos running up and down his arms, hands, chest, and god knows where else. His jawlin, hot damn. His hair. Oh my god, his hair I wanted to just run my hands through his hair and just tangle in it. He's like art." I stopped myself before I could continue my rant.

"Looks like "art" has his hands full already." She gestured towards the table behind us. I looked back and my heart sank. He was sitting with Bianca. I liked everyone. Except her.

She's been torturing me forever. I can't let her know that she just stole a god away from me. Well, he wasn't really mine but, I haven't even gotten the chance to talk to him yet.

This is going to be hell.

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hello guys.

Finally posted it.

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Peace love and harry styles

/lex